Loki X Reader

More Pop-Tarts and Back rubs

You didn't want to sleep. You really didn't want to sleep, but you couldn't argue with Loki after you nearly fell asleep in the bath. Loki threw a shirt on you as he pulled you out of the bath, which you found amusing because normally he wouldn't care, and carried you to your bed.

"Sorry for waking you up before." You mumbled sleepily.

"It was worth it." He said quietly, kissing you on the forehead and lying down next to you. You rested your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around your back. He pulled the covers up to your chin.

"I'm too hot." You mumbled. You knew he was grinning as he cooled the both of you down. "Thanks... when we wake up there's going to be a patch of damp on the pillows from our hair." You smiled.

"You can fix that tomorrow." He said, running one of his hands down your back. You squirmed, because it tickled. He chuckled, doing it again. You elbowed him in the side.

"Stop tickling me. I'm tired."

"Mhmm, just sleep then." He said, and stopped making it tickle and you swore to god he was trying to make you create an erotic sound for Steve to burst into the room and embarrass you both because what Loki was doing to your back felt nothing short of fucking amazing. You bit your lip, attempting to sleep.

"S-stop it." You mumbled, biting down on your finger

"Why? I can tell your enjoying it."

"We'll g-get in troub-" You didn't feel like talking anymore because you knew you were going to end up moaning. Your cheeks became very hot, and you pinched Loki's back. He yelped, but didn't stop what he was doing. You still attempted to sleep though.

--

You woke at nine in the morning, feeling well rested, and then realised you had no nightmares... and Loki's hands had travelled under your shirt an were resting on your shoulder blades. Loki opened his eyes a moment after you.

"G'morning." He mumbled groggily. You smirked, pushed his arms away, an sat up. "No nightmares?" Loki asked.

"Nope... Just really vivid dreams again." You stretched your arms out, yawning, and walking into the bathroom. Loki dug his head into the pillow, and started snoring quietly.

You laughed, brushing your hair (Which had escaped the clutches of the hairband.) into a mostly neat braid. Once you did that, you left the bathroom and walked to the door. Thanking Loki silently for picking an oversized shirt from your bag, you glances back to see him forcing himself to get up now. Obviously your laughing had woken him up. He stood up and walked over to the door.

Out in the kitchen, you could hear Tony and Thor arguing over who gets to eat the last pop-tart. It was just sitting on the bench, an while they were bickering, you ran over and put it in the toaster yourself.

"Hey!" Tony shouted. He swatted at you playfully. "You little punk!" Thor just stared at you blankly, before he started laughing. You poked your tongue out at him, and carefully threw a water bottle to Loki, who smiled. Steve walked in, grinning. You waved, and he stopped.

"You need more clothes on." He said.

"You can't see anything." You laughed, pouring some orange juice.

"Make me some toast!" Loki chined from the other side of the couch. Steve looked at him.

"He needs more clothes too."

"We'll get dressed after breakfast." You said to Steve, adding some bread to another part of the toaster. Darcy walked in from the hall, wearing the same shirt as you. "Ay! Shirt buddy!" You called out. Darcy grinned.

"Shirt buddy!" She repeated.

"I have no shirt buddy..." Loki mumbled from the couch, and you doubted that he knew what was going on because he couldn't see it.

"Of course you don't. You're not wearing one." You sighed. "What do you want on your toast." You grabbed it and your pop-tart as they left the toaster.

"Butter." He said. Steve glared at him. "Please." Loki added and you could see the snide little smirk on his face. You grabbed the butter and started spreading it onto his toast, and then placed the pop-tart and toast onto a plate, grabbed your glass of orange juice and made your way to the couch. You sat beside Loki and grabbed your pop-tart and started eating it. Tony was glaring daggers at you, and you returned it with one of your own.

"You stole my breakfast." He hissed.

"You hadn't claimed it yet." You laughed. He smiled, glancing at Steve.

"I like this one. Can we keep it?" He asked. Steve started laughing.

--

"How does a glamour work?" You asked, trying up your shoe laces.

"It disguises someone. It can be altered in a way that only you can see my real appearance." Loki answered, looking up at you.

"Really?"

"Of course. What god couldn't do that?"

"Thor."

"Yes but Thor is a special case." He said, smiling. You smirked. "Why are you making me leave anyway?"

"We're going out for a bit."

"Where?"

"The park."

"Why?"

"Because Black Widow wants to try an kick my ass again." You sighed, walking over to the door.

"I'm staying."

"No you're not." You say. "I can't have you here. No one knows what you could do! You could kill everyone!"

"I won't try."

"You're coming, princess." You say flatly, before grinning, "If we come back and I'm in pain I need you to give me a back rub."

"You're terrible." He said.

"That's why you love me."

"And you're damn lucky because of it."